CB4

Ladies and gentlemen, the most

exciting stage show you've ever seen!

Appearing live! It's Doug E Fresh

and the Get Fresh Crew!

- # Excuse me, huggy friend

- # Yes

# Have you ever seen a show

when fellows on a mic

# Make one minute rhymes

that don't come out right

- # Say right that's not polite

- # They never rhyme

- # Am I annoying you?

- # No, you're quite right

# Well, tonight on this very mic

you're about to hear

# We swear the best song rappers on the

air so, hear 'em yell scream, grovel

# Also hippity no

This is called the show

- # Hey, yo, Doug put your valleys on

- # What

# Yo, Rick, I was about to

But I need a shoehorn

- # Why

- # Because these shoes hurt my corn

# Six minutes, six minutes

# Six minutes Doug E Fresh, you're on

Uh-uh on, uh-uh on

# Uh-uh on uh-uh on

# Uh-uh-uh-uh uh-uh-uh on

# Oh, oh, oh, my God

- # Here we go, come on

- # Come on

- # Here we go, come on

- # Come on, yo, what's wrong with that?

# I don't know,

there're legs all over the top

- # Oh, I forgot the date

- # Man, you did it again? Oh, no

# Here we go, come on

Here we go, come on

# Here we go, did we miss the show?

- # No, no, n-n-no, we didn't

- # Why

- # No, no, n-n-no, we didn't

- # W-W-Why

- # No, we didn't

- # Well, don't get us wrong

# 'Scuse me, Doug E

'Scuse me, Doug E

# 'Scuse me Doug E Fresh,

you're on uh-uh on, on, on...

Now, fellas, this is kind of

the condensed rough cut, OK?

It's very rough.

I know you guys are pressed for time

with the big show, yippee, coming up.

But what I need here is your input.

Shut the f*** up and start this sh*t!

My woman's waitin' for me.

- Yeah.

- OK, here we go. It's rough.

Don't be touchin' me, man, OK?

CB4! CB4!

CB4! CB4! CB4!

CB4! CB4! CB4!

CB4! CB4! CB4!

CB4! CB4! CB4!

Motherf***er!

CB4 in the motherfuckin' house. Yeah.

Yeah, Gusto's in the motherfuckin'house

with my man, Dead Mike.

We breakin'motherfuckers off 24-7.

- Yo, Gusto.

- Check this sh*t out.

# Straight outta Locash

A crazy motherf***er named Gusto

# I f*** your wife

'cause the b*tch is a big ho

# I f*** your sister, I f*** your cat

# I would've f***ed your mom

but the b*tch is too fat...

They were the biggest

rap group in the world.

They sold more records than Elvis

Presley and Coretta Scott King combined.

They'll forever be known as

the world's most dangerous band,

Cell Block 4.

Yo, check this out. I'm hard-core.

I had a lid on this game.

I had this sewed up, man.

Then I heard these motherfuckers, CB4.

These motherfuckers is real, G.

They show me their guns, G.

What the f*** I'm supposed

to do now, man? Can't dance.

Sh*t's f***ed up.

But I met 'em. Gusto stepped to me.

He said, "Yo, Ice. You down with CB4."

I was blessed, man.

If I had to choose one,

I'm Gusto all the way.

It's those gold teeth that...

Something, I don' know.

Gusto. Is that it?

I saw Gusto one day.

We was at a park picnic.

You know, he was with his family.

I didn't wanna trip, you know, cos his

people was there. His pops was there.

I didn't wanna trip. I just played

the background and kicked it.

I'll catch him, you know,

at a swap meet or somethin'.

Question, Flav.

How does CB4 fit into the world of rap?

Let me tell you somethin'.

They don't fit, you know?

They're kinda wack. Word up, G.

Yo, man, they perpetrators, man. The

whole nine. They real f***in' fake, kid.

I think It's unfair that Cell Block 4

is being picked on...

At other concerts where they have

rat heads, cat heads being bit off,

spittin' in a cup and passing it around,

gettin' it back and drinkin' it...

First of all, motherf***er need

to cut that long sh*t he got drippin'.

All that sh*t, you know. Cut it down

my size or somethin', you know.

The first time I heard

Sweat Of My Balls,

I was naked with the first black woman

I've ever made love to.

Ooh, kinky.

How did that make you feel?

There was actually sweat on my balls.

Not everyone had the insight

to understand CB4's greatness.

Cell Black 4? Excuse me, Cell Block 4

has polluted the airwaves

of this nation for too long.

Their record of incitement,

lewdness, poor grammar

will see them jailed, banned

and with their feelings hurt.

As you've probably gathered, this

is notjust a movie about rap music.

It's about much more.

It's about this great nation of ours,

and how it gives everybody

a chance to make it.

It's about three ghetto kids' rise from

the mean streets to the sales sheets.

- Excuse me.

- From the world's most notorious...

Fellas, what are you doing?

That must hurt. Give that back!

That's mine! I'm shooting...

Oh, jeez!

Fellas, guys, I'm sorry.

That dumbhead editor!

He cut in the wrong take.

A thousand apologies. I am so sorry.

Why did we hire this other man

instead of the brother man?

Because the other man is much cheaper

than the brother man.

Guys, what I need,

what my documentary is missing

is really quite simple.

I need to know

who Cell Block 4 really is.

I want to know how you guys think,

what you feel.

What do you guys eat? I don't know that.

Do you like sandwiches, fondue?

- How do you guys sleep at night?

- I'm outta here. You clown.

- This motherf***er's bullshit.

- What did I say?

Yo, chill.

I'm gonna let him hang out

with me today, all right?

Thanks. You're not gonna be sorry.

OK, sorry.

Come on, Herb, grab your stuff.

Corny ass motherf***er.

Again, MC, I wanna thank you

for letting me hang with you today.

It's gonna be fun. Look at that Jeep!

Cool! I drive something sorta like that.

It's a big ol' Country Squire.

It was my dad's car. It's sorta like it.

What MC Gusto just did

was rip up a state-issued ticket

which he has no plans of paying,

a natural act of defiance by rappers.

He's putting in a new jam

for us to listen to and...

Yo, White!

Chill on the blow-by-blow, all right?

I'm sorry.

# It feels like I'm living in a zoo...

I like this. Who is it?

Gold, gold, gold.

Another one goes gold.

I got it.

In Jones We Trust Productions.

If you can't trust me,

you can't Trustus.

You can trust

you're gonna be dead soon.

And guess who's next? CB4.

They ghost.

That was great!

Gusto, does the whole idea of CB4

getting together in just two days

kind of fill you with high anxiety?

Do you actually think a brother who

was rollin' and controllin' Cell Block 4

is worried about rockin' the mic?

Please!

Must be one of my b*tches. Hello.

Hey, b*tch, look in your

rear-view mirror, motherf***er.

Sh*t!

What's happening?

- Want me to hold the wheel?

- Get close to the motherf***er.

It's my first drive-by.

We gotta go.

Get up on 'em, man.

- My f***in' radio!

- Need some new jams, b*tch!

Ma! Ma!

Cool turn!

- Only a fool would follow me up here.

- Where are we going?

Stop right here!

- I'm crazy but I ain't no fool.

- I ain't no fool.

Jeez, we got all shot up.

There's only one word for

that kind of thing in my book. "Wild".

You guys OK back there?

MC, why were they shooting at us?

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